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Michelle, My Belle

January 25, 2009 Jose
Barack and Michelle Obama, Behind the Scenes

We stand at the precipice of history Feet on the one end grounded, cemented And on the other, afloat and steadily adaptable to change Our palms meet, love and lifelines crossing Sweat dripping from yours A cool breeze stemming from mine A comfortable temperature somewhere between us Our facial expressions match in their intensity I […]

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Counting Your Blessings (Am I Not Human?)

November 27, 2008 Jose
courtesy of Chris Britt,  The State Journal-Register

This is not my Thanksgiving Meat cooking in the oven, parents readying themselves for the night’s festivities My brother in from the academic institution I once attended A mix of house cleanliness and unease over my mother’s operation tomorrow But this is not my Thanksgiving This is a call to attention to counting our blessings […]

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What You Know (Am I Not Human?)

October 30, 2008 Jose

Hardships bypass you so easily You’re a bubble inhabitant A social vagabond A rank of immeasurable registry emanates from men in need of roofs Over their twists and unsharpened hairlines Burns from the assiduous defecation through jeans and undergarments The type that develop rings like trunks With roots upended by nature, society, and man Sleeping […]

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Lady In My Life

October 22, 2008 Jose

Breakneck speeds of immense change Imposing and important questions laid in the musty air Dark wavy strands of black strewn across a librarian / teacher – prototype glasses An Amazon with hips as wide as her influence Curves in the form of encapsulated time She’s the sugar container in my coffee And the alcohol in […]

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A Message To Latinas, Remastered

September 29, 2008 Jose
tanktoplatina

“A Message To Latinas, Remastered” She gets on stage, Powerful, omnipotent, nervous, fragile She stands behind the mic Calling for attention, That which is already hers Cautioning that she might use terse language An audience already accustomed to the curses of a million lives She stands there, reading off her crumpled paper Reciting a life’s […]

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The Key Master

September 1, 2008 Jose
Mr. V Writing

This will be that year The year of the grandiose theme song Providing the vibrations of an aura well suited for triumph It is here that the masters appear When kings die in a battle of decades coming to a tragic end When they were almost ready to hand over the throne And warriors patrol […]

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